My Shoulder

I don't like to whine and moan about physical pains. When I was in high school my teacher told the class that if anyone wanted to know what kind of person they would be when they were old, just look at their personality now. So if you moan about aches and pains when you are young then that is what kind of old person you'll be too. I know it doesn't make sense but I just don't want to be one of those old ladies rocking in her rocking-chair, carrying on about her bunions and past surgeries. That being said, my shoulder has been killing me lately. It has been hurting for months but recently it is interfering with life. I cannot lift things (even pots to cook with!) and reach very far outward. Last night, I was massaging my shoulder because it hurt but then sort of hugged both my shoulders to get warm. That is when I noticed it. One shoulder feels different than the other. My doctor husband said my shoulder is swollen and has put me on a regimen of anti-inflammatory pills (motrin). I hate pills (even motrin). What I hate even more is that I am expected to go to a doctor to get it checked out. I really really really don't like going to a doctor but when pain starts interfering with my daily life, I guess I have to give in. It is just so hard for me to pick up that phone and make the darn appointment. Why is that?